Hey. First post here but I have a few similar experiences to this one. I will gladly post more if people aren’t too repulsed. Thank goodness for Internet anonymity. This dates back to before marriage and mummy-hood, back when life wasn’t quite so missionary and once a fortnight.
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I vividly remember getting ready to meet Him; applying make-up with trembling hands; using my new GHD’s for the first time; drinking wine to steady my nerves and staring at myself in the mirror willing myself to be brave.
We had met a couple of times before for drinks and laughs and we had shared a kiss but for one reason or another I hadn’t gone back to his flat. We had been chatting relentlessly since, texting and online. Things had decidedly gotten more intense. It had transpired that he was very kinky and Dominant and that I was very intrigued by this.
I remember selecting a little black cocktail dress, one that hugged the right places just so. I liked the way it contrasted so starkly with my porcelain skin. I remember thinking I wouldn’t have it on all night and I remember feeling terrified and exhilarated in equal measure. It was clear that we were going to have sex and it was clear that it wouldn’t be…’normal’. As scared as I was, I felt drawn like a moth to the flame.